FLEX
337
Christian & Gospel
FLEXは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2026年7月10日にHGA/Essential SoundによりリリースされましたTHIS CANNOT BE SOLD
メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM65
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KB
Performer
Scootie Wop
Programming
Bizzle
Performer
Wes Writer
Vocals
Quinten Coblentz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Burgess
Composer
Wes Writer
Composer
Quinten Coblentz
Composer
Emmanuel Lofton
Composer
Mark Julian Felder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KB
Recording Engineer
Scootie Wop
Recording Engineer
Wes Writer
Producer, Recording Engineer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Quinten Coblentz
Producer
WEARETHEGOOD
Producer
Connor Back
Assistant Mixing Engineer
歌詞
Aw, yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Y'all know what time it is
Two times on the skid side, baby
Ay, you know how we do down here in South Florida
From the 904 to the 813
The 727 to the 305
It's for the glory, it's HGA, baby
Hey, KB, come, come talk to 'em real quick
Uh, yeah-yeah (whoa)
Cape back on, I'm Bruce Wayne
And I been lit like Butane
None of us care what you sayin' (that's my word)
Some of y'all drinking the Kool-Aid
Only one King, no new names
Y'all gotta lay it down today (what are you saying?)
Purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)
Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)
Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)
'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)
'Nother purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)
Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)
Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)
'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)
18, '88, 26
Day to day, doin' this
Fade away, movin' to the day I'm due to end
Money, I drew it in, bunnies, I'm coolin' with
Goated my pseudonym, God like "Who's this?"
Funny how foolishness feel so gratuitous
Everybody doin' it, attention lit, hookah it
Flexin' on 'em all night
Yeah, but when you stand before God, make sure you do it then (what)
Yeah, IG might be slightly high key, eternal high school, don't fight me (okay)
Pretty girl, cool kids, jocks, A-students, the move-ins, will they like me? (Okay)
Clout and engagement, the new lunch tables, hate it, but pray they invite me
Scroll to a girl, gettin' spicy
Here for the hype beast
Sick 'til we sit wit the High Priest
Yo' favorite rapper brags about things he should be ashamed of, I ain't wit' it
Give platforms to the drug addict and the lust addict, and his addictions
I see a victim crying for help, but his music is hittin'
We came to switch up the vision on how we be livin'
'Bout my Father's business, like this nepotism
Yeah-yeah (whoa)
Cape back on, I'm Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)
And I been lit like Butane (Butane)
None of us care what you sayin' (that's my word)
Some of y'all drinking the Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
Only one King, no new names (new names)
Y'all gotta lay it down today (what are you saying?)
Purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)
Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)
Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)
'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)
'Nother purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)
Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)
Spend the bag (yeah), hit the club (talk to 'em)
'Nother chick (Bizzle), another
Tell me what's a bigger flex to a little kid up in the 'jects than to get a check
See how many women he can fit up in the jet
Get a vet, spend it with no intellect
Get in debt to end up in a bigger mess
Became you, or he could get a little less but stay true
If he can still get a check without the misdirect, who got the bigger flex?
It ain't you
Feel me, I'm not on a mission to cop another whip from living in opposition to God
Ain't killin' it when not, givin' it to Pops
Healin' 'em, feelin' it when it drop
Not giving in, we still the remnant of the Rock
Killin' the opposition, it just won't stop
Deliver the bop, and givin' Him His off top
You itchin' for God, position, but just don't try
We willing to die for Him, and if it's gon' pop
Who get da L?
Stupid, He too big, it's you, can't you tell?
Fool it, be too lit, when you get to Hell
But what can I do if the shoe fit you well?
Never the type to coat it with sugar, I'm called to be salt
And be dog walking, you'd be a walk in the park
Talk to me hard, I'll put in a call to yo' boss
If you ever called mine, you'd be talking to God, my boy
Yeah-yeah
Cape back on, I'm Bruce Wayne (boy)
And I been lit like Butane
None of us care what you sayin' (whoo) (that's my word) (no, no, no, no)
Some of y'all drinking the Kool-Aid (whoo)
Only one King, no new names
Y'all gotta lay it down today (what are you saying?)
Purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)
Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)
Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)
'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)
'Nother purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)
Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)
Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)
'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)
Written by: Emmanuel Lofton, Kevin Burgess, Mark Julian Felder, Quinten Coblentz, Wes Writer

